The Blood Knight’s Villains

My Villains Episode 420

64. Fog (7)

Just a few tens of minutes ago, the Nudane warriors were brave, powerful, and had a strong sense of discipline.

However, the story was completely different now that the guide, Atalanta, was mortally wounded and withdrew from the battlefield. They were no longer warriors or elite soldiers. They were only ferocious and ruthless looters.

“Aalu-kum jamien!”

“Oishian!”

The looters scattered in all directions, shouting incomprehensible slogans. They groaned grotesquely, ‘arrrrr/’.

The fire that started at the mayor’s residence soon spread throughout Eisbobalt. The fog-covered city was turned into a hell by less than 400 warriors.

“Stop you idiots!” As I shouted harshly, the nude warriors who had set fire to the buildings along the main street looked back at me in amazement.

“There was an enemy resisting the South Gate! Everyone, stop talking nonsense and gather!”

When he shouts, the chaos subsides. But it’s only for a moment, and as soon as I turn around, the road I’ve passed is raging with flames.

“Oh damn.”

It was a mistake to send all the Hareskis, including Argos, to the injured Atalanta. There is no way to control those bastards without Atalanta, the leader, and the Hareskith, the middle commanders.

The Hareskis, who had numbered close to one hundred and fifty when they left from Oduenne, had shrunk to less than fifty by the time they reached Eisbowald.

Because Atalanta, the target of escort, took the lead in every battle, many of them were killed or injured. Also, as Atalanta’s servants, there were more than 50 people deployed in various occupied areas including Proshafen.

There are about 30 people standing by the side of the injured Atalanta right now. In other words, Hareskis, who was in command of ordinary warriors, was less than twenty.

The Hareskis also had no professional training or experience as officers, so there was no way a dozen or so warriors could control more than four hundred warriors.

“Untibie kavilos! Undum~!”

Even among the remaining Hares kisses on the battlefield, there was a guy who took the lead and attacked a private house…

These bastards are really varied.

After making Hareskis, who had been rampaging, into a half-asshole, he turned around and saw a familiar face.

“hey! hey!”

It was a middle-aged man wearing a feather cloak over scale armor. He was wielding a spear with a red flag attached to it, but at first glance, he did not wield it against the enemy soldiers.

“야 이 개새끼야!”

Fifteen warriors were lined up near the middle-aged man. I knocked them over, approached the middle-aged man, and slapped him across the cheek.

match!

“Yup.”

Maximiago, the chief of one of the three clans led by Atalanta, ‘Zaladup’, looked back at me with a contorted face.

“Huidin mawzir- Sir Phoenix’?”

“그래 나다 이 개새끼야.”

I grabbed the guy by the collar who was looking at me with bewildered eyes. He blew his ears again and growled lowly.

“I can’t stop the rampaging subordinates, but a bastard named Clan Chief is leading the way. Are you a sane bastard?”

“What the hell are you doing! I can’t let go right now!”

“It’s short to the end, you bastard.”

This time, he swung his fist instead of his palm. When the bridge of the nose was cut short, the nose bone sank. Maximiago screamed.

“Asumiro!”

“K’nat-”

Maximiago’s guards flinched as if they were going to attack at any moment. And for a while, they backed away as if they had stepped on a snake when I silently scanned them.

I tightly gripped Maximiago by the collar.

“Fix this mess right now. If you keep messing around like this, I won’t give you a piece of land as promised by the prince.”

“Turn it off”

“Okay?”

He was holding his nose, which was dripping with blood, and making only sounds of pain.

“Aren’t you going to answer me?”

My heart was in a hurry because of the enemy’s army that remained in the south. He twisted and broke one of Maximiago’s fingers covering his face.

Pudeudeuk.

“Kwaaaaaaaaaagh!”

“알겠냐고 이 개새끼야.”

“I see. I’ll fix it-”

Pudeuk.

“Ouch! Why why”

“The way you talk is a bastard.”

Leaving Maximiago, whose face was covered in tears and blood,

he headed south.

“Sir Phoenix!”

Through the fog and smoke, I came across Lord Langbolt. To be precise, I came to the Earl Shore army’s assembly point, but anyway.

“What about Sir Langboldt?”

“Most of the enemies have been subdued. Except for the few who are resisting in the tower near the south gate.”

“Mayor Did you catch that Passy Horse?”

Sir Langboldt must have gone to great lengths to break through the city gates and stir up the city. My dearest blue cloak was so covered in ash and dust that I couldn’t even tell the color of it.

“He is dead.”

“yes? what is that?”

He shook his head heavily as he dismounted from his warhorse.

“I also heard the story from the Milgrester family officer.”

“Didn’t you decide to capture the mayor alive? You would know that too.”

“I heard that he was directly hit by a fireball while commanding a unit at the forefront. It must have been unavoidable because the fog was already so bad.”

“Oops…♦.

Eisbowald is a city of considerable size, with a population well over five thousand. On the other hand, the number of allies is only seven hundred, or six hundred or so, since they must have been more damaged in this battle.

In this situation, the nudes spread a lot of shit in the center of the city. If what they had done spread, the hostility towards the allies among the citizens would rise without knowing the sky.

At least, he was going to catch the mayor of Passy Horse, appease him somehow, and control the city, but even he died. It was also a very brave warrior that would go down in history.

“…Fucked.”

Rather than moving troops in response to Ulkar’s plan, he was worried that he would be able to defend the occupied area.

I clutched my forehead and sighed, then suddenly raised my head.

“Then what did you do with the mayor’s corpse?”

“I heard that there was nothing to deal with because all that was left was burnt flesh. Why do you want to check for yourself?”

“No, that’s not it…

I explained a brilliant idea that came to me in an instant.

When the story was over, Sir Langboldt’s face hardened at once.

“So… are you trying to blame Mayor Passyhorse for the arson of the Nudan warriors?”

“As long as the prisoners captured at the South Gate are properly confined, there is no need to worry about crackdowns.”

“The prisoners are not the problem. What kind of fool would believe such a lie?”

“From the point of view of the citizens of Eisbobalt, they were even attacked in the midst of heavy fog. Who knows if the market was actually at the south gate or if he set the official residence on fire and fled after taking the treasure?”

Sir Langbolt narrowed his eyes and said in a slightly angry voice.

“Even as an enemy, he was a man of honor. To put such a stigma on someone who struggled to the end to fulfill his responsibilities?”

“So what? Shall we poop on our prince’s face instead of him?”

“…What do you mean by that?”

I smiled bitterly and shrugged my shoulders.

“Aren’t the Nudans or whatever, after all, our prince’s army?”

“Will rumors spread that the soldiers sent by the champion of the weak set fire to houses and killed innocent citizens?”

He kept his mouth shut.

I sighed deeply and added.

“There is no need for you or me to step forward. Didn’t it happen that you came into contact with the back alleys of this town? Rumors will spread quickly because the thugs will talk loudly.”

Deo-Gen, the ‘salted seafood seller’, was a tough guy and had his own venom.

If he just dealt with a competitor named Hoblu or Hovalu, he would become the boss of Icebobalt’s thugs, and then spreading a rumor in the city would be no big deal.

Lord Langboldt lowered his head, twitching his hand to straighten his mustache, then stopped and brushed his eyebrows. Can’t you touch your cherished mustache with dirty hands?

“It is painful.”

“War isn’t like that, isn’t it?”

“…okay. yes.”

“Please take the main street. I put a bluff on the nudes, but I’m afraid they’ll do something useless again.”

“Okay. Go now.”

After speaking, I was about to head to the south gate when Sir Langboldt stopped me.

“for a moment.”

He pulled the reins of his war horse and held it out to me.

“It may not be as good as the bicorn at the military camp, but it will be worth riding for a while.”

“yes? What about Kyeong?”

“I have to keep pace with the soldiers anyway. Would riding a horse be more than just getting in shape?”

“…hmm. Thank you Sir.”

“Thank you.”

When I was handed the reins, Sir Langboldt added after a brief hesitation.

“Lord, I am also a knight serving His Highness Prince Ulkar. Besides, he is the commander entrusted with one aspect by His Highness.”

“Don’t forget that.”

I silently nodded and mounted the war horse.

Riding on the course horse given to him by Sir Langbolt, he saw that the southern gate had been suppressed immediately.

Including the mayor of Pashhorse, the military commander and the captain of the gate guard were either killed or captured. There were also few common soldiers who walked on their own feet, and those who did were quietly restrained.

Asking the sergeant and soldiers of the Milgrester family, they headed to the place where the final battle was taking place.

“Sir Phoenix.”

Fogan, an officer of the Milgrester family, approached and bowed.

I narrowed my eyes as I looked back at the narrow and high surveillance tower and the hundreds of soldiers surrounding it.

“Is that it?”

“That’s right. It will be difficult to subdue it-”

I got off the horse before he could finish his words and ran towards the tower, running through the soldiers.

Half of the more than a hundred soldiers surrounded the watchtower, while the other half were busy transporting the wounded and corpses. Looking around, it seemed that about a hundred friendly soldiers were killed or injured here.

It means that the soldiers of the Milgrester family, who occupied the wall near the west gate and swept all the way to the south gate, injured a hundred people in this one place.

“Shoot!”

At the command of a sergeant, the archers and crossbowmen mixed in the siege fired arrows at once. Fifteen arrows poured into the entrance of the tower.

“Cuck!”

“Fuck—”

The tower was guarded by four men and women. Three of them, looking exhausted, were knocked down by arrows.

Even in the midst of that, one person was fine. Of course, avoiding the arrows with a gliding step- that’s

okay!

He swung his sword slowly and even knocked out three or four arrows.

“… and crazy. What is that.”

The shooters were not ordinary hunters, but the Milgrester family’s elite archers and crossbowmen.

Arrows were objects with heavy crossheads, bows were objects that only long-trained merchants could draw, and crossbows were also objects that could not even be loaded without a winch. Even the street was quite close.

“But did you avoid that and hit it?”

It was a skill that I couldn’t even dare to imitate. If it were me, I’d rather have stuffed it with my body, and I wouldn’t have even tried to wield a sword.

“Beok.”

“Grandpa to do.”

At the feet of the skilled swordsman, a young man gasped for breath with an arrow dangling from his side.

“I am fine.”

“stop. don’t tell me.”

He was an elderly man with white hair and eyebrows.

His back was upright, his posture was very confident, and he was as tall as me. It was light plate armor that only covered vital parts and joints without a helmet.

The weapon was a single sword held in the right hand. The handle was short, so it was a sword that could only be held with one hand. On his left hand, he was wearing a sturdy-looking iron glove. I recognized the identity of the old man at a glance.

Grimons Koval.

He was the founder of ‘Coba-ryu’ and the most famous and oldest of the existing sword masters.

Despite the wrinkles on his face, the old man gave off a more tower-like aura than the tower behind him.

“trunnion.”

I was shuddering at the atmosphere of Grimons when I heard a familiar voice.

A horrifying low-pitched hum. It was a bundle wearing a ‘howling mask’.

“Uh- are you hurt?”

The bundle that appeared out of nowhere left a long mark on the right thigh. The bizarre black armor he obtained after becoming the owner of the Pasa Sword was sharply cracked.

“little bit. I brushed it off at the end.”

He felt the wound with his fingertips and tried blood manipulation. Fortunately, it wasn’t a deep wound, as Mungchi said.

I was a little worried about wearing the equipment I was confused about whether it was armor or leather, but it seems that he did his part.

“Have you failed?”

Mungchi quickly shook his head.

“no. It worked.”

“…success?”

“yes. I succeeded, but that’s it.”

Lord Benlow, a Knight of the Milgrester family, was attacking the old man with about twenty heavy soldiers.

However, Grimons cut down the soldiers without much effort. Sir Benlow, who was wearing solid plate armor, also withdrew, bleeding profusely from his armpit.

“uh.”

Then I noticed that the old man’s crotch was wriggling. The blood was also reflected in the corner of his mouth.

“under. Are you saying that I am addicted?”

I opened my mouth in genuine admiration.

That old swordsman was demonstrating such skills while being addicted to a deadly poison that could kill more than twenty people.

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